Kingdom, Come
Published in Memorious
You are given a ball of string, as large as a trifling moon
without tending
it grows red herrings and milieu, it turns out
cells and hair and a heck switch
activated by household chemicals
where is it?
you follow its inklings, but end up nowhere
you swear youll unravel it
youll use the kitchen matches
if I cant have it my way at least Ill have a fuse
look up
see the beautiful scar
leave it alone go to your room